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| The Tower by Rebeca Bashly - LEA |
She shed a tear, a tear so
blue, a sadness, a fear so true. She hummed that song ever so low. She whispered a whisper of growing woes. The
mirror is unflattering. It reflects a blue pain of strange eyes so foreign, a
pearly regret or two lost on the eyelashes. Red combed hair, red lipstick, ready
to go out, make-up and all. She hangs up the phone, and sheds a tear, a tear so
sad, a sadness so blue.
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